Written after reading: Robert Haden’s ~ Those Winter Sundays

drive to work . . . a short skip to my office . . . reverse . . . use mirrors . . . exit tight fit garage . . . BMW squeezes by water heater. . . avoid patio fence . . . sneak by leaning old oak tree . . .  

extend onto heavy trafficked side street . . . don’t forget mirror trick passed down from my truck drivin’ daddy . . .

a thought floats by . . . remember look to elders who have already transitioned . . . lit the path . . . DNA markers . . . Dad’s fast beatin’ . . . weakened heart . . . he lasted ‘til the first day of spring . . .

toy with hair color . . . as you ask, where is that brown haired gal . . . ? listen for answer . . . she’s singing hula songs on her drive to work . . .

where’s the gal with the swimmer . . . tennis player’s body . . . those water ballerina’s strong double ballet legs . . . the music . . . the unison . . . all the medals?

what happened to Ali McGraw’s eyebrows . . .? WOW! did they shrink! even smaller than those electrolysis-thinning sessions promised . . .  

what hasn’t changed . . . ? that simple spark and spirit . . . the Love of children . . . the glow we share when we sing, “I Love Myself the Way I Am!” . . . there’s nothing i need to change . . .

making friends with aging swings beyond physical body . . . wrinkles, weight loss, weight gain, cataracts, mumbling THING this and THING that . . . playing hide and seek with keys right there in plain sight . . .  

have fun with aging . . . make time for friends ~ for laughter ~ for story telling . . . back in the day . . .  

forget the scary math trying to figure out how much longer . . . remembering specific events . . . grievances . . . instead . . . FOR GIVE . . .  

make friends with age-ing . . . breathe in sage-ing . . . meditate . . .  as we earn the Badge of WISDOM . . . one day at a time . . .